Being simple has its benefits: sitting back, musing at all the wonderful moments life gives you and the unpredictable ones that would come your way - isn't that the greatest? For one, you can never feel too old, getting old, too young, or too far behind your elders to bother with catching up with anything. I'm neither young nor old, I know I'm growing up, I have a life, I have a story for every moments with them. And they're just the most sophisticated parts of my rather average existence.


This is a life story.
This is where my dreams, experiences, directions,
mind states, imaginations, heartbeats, breaths and focuses
meet and bend.

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Sunday, April 24, 2011

My 2011 baby

It's everything I want in the year 2011. Only him, and nothing more. Nikon D7000, wait for me! And dearest September, please come soon! >.<


I have a thing for privacy. Most of it scales a variety of internet profiles and cellphone numbers.

Recently I've severed the long line of people who can view my Facebook profile to a finger-count number of relatives only. I realized that the privacy settings on Facebook could afford me security only at a limited level. I got tired. I got bored. I keep seeing posts and recent activities of a majority of people who I barely know in person. And there are too many of those who post pictures that are filled with their boastful lifestyles and personalities that make me go...

So I renamed my profile, segregated my true friends from the implicated ones, privatized the general scope of my publicity, and added the word "Defunct" next to my name.

I'm starting over.

My mom now handles my old account, using it for maintaining my farm on FarmVille and sending gifts to her own farm. I guess that's not a problem of entirety. It would at least be of much use to someone else, my profile. For now I'm sticking with a new account with the same biography, only it is official. I'm starting on 45 friends - real, and known friends.

It won't be hard, this change. Everything I knew I started has an expiration of sorts: my Plurk account, for example, I started a new one on that, and my Friendster, my Multiply, and my previous blog. I've also owned tens of cellphone numbers that don't last for even a year. There's nothing scary about change and there's nothing entirely frightening about leaving either. There's only acceptance and the timely moments of looking back.

One thing I know for sure is that this time, I'll be safe in the companionship of those I know personally.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

And basically everything quite complex are lately capable of bringing up explanations. Purple eyes. A beautiful mutation. I'm still so stunned with awe over Alexandria's Genesis.

Friday, April 8, 2011


It has dawned on me that summer spans two months of capricious warm climate and near desertedness of a campus I will enroll into. The fact that everybody begs for an outing activity and some night partying on Facebook makes me think of how boring the days ahead would be had I not hoarded to boredom my so-called "hobbies" in the past few months. I'm just one of those kids whose got nothing to do in the free weeks we're given.


It's the first week of an official looking vacation-spewed summer - according to some random giddy college frosh.
Vacation? Nah. Summer? Yeah.

It's so hot out and in that my skin feels like it's some heavy leather clothing I've ignorantly wore during an obvious season. I want to jump out of it. I want to taste the Alps and bathe in all their coolness. Remind me  that I'm in the tropics, someone.

Last month:

I've decided to make this summer productive and educational.

Last week:

I thought of how much I could be killing myself inside for not enjoying my youth. Somehow, I was able to toss aside my Nursing books and started gunning down mercenaries and mummified come-to-life sphinxes that I couldn't normally do and collected ancient relics that couldn't possibly exist. Tomb Raider does all that and I pawned her gigantic breasts on each level and location.

I cursed my PSP for not having enough games that would satiate my gaming libido (if there's such a thing). So I traipsed my way to Techno-dot and scanned for new games to install on my mem card only finding out later that I did not bring it. *Insert curse word here*

My stack of books have all been read. I wouldn't - couldn't - bother reading them all again because that's just me. I feel like my eyes need a break from reading and should migrate to writing, ASAP.

Days go by and I started jailbreaking my iPod; restored it only a few times. Success. I started downloading jailbroken apps into the slick memory of a device created by the talented and enhanced, via adopted ideas, by a genius. I started relishing the fact that I could do a lot in only a few hours. But it wasn't enough. Hours later, with a few banging here and there I started spluttering curses that DSL sucked and I started typing on the internet for ways to hack into PLDT's system to get infinite loads of connection. But I didn't continue 'cause I thought of prison and only losers go there and I know that I'm not one of them.

It's summer so my parents think that it's about time my family can have some precious times together. Those precious times consist of: Just. Staying. At. Home. So it also means no walks or leaving the house until the week ends.

I've only been out for, like, four days and it's surely not enough! I took a day for clearance at school, another for enrollment, another for shopping and the last for a dinner with old high school friends. Now I'm back at home cursing the stupid DSL, ignoring my books and PSP and overcharging my iPod because I don't know what else to do with it.

It's getting really, really boring here what with my boyfriend on leave for his Phys-Med-Dent Exam at the PNPA. I miss him. I miss not getting bored. I miss school. Luckily, class starts soon. I do hope there wouldn't be any more postponing of classes because I couldn't bear another few days at home. It all seems like a big lockdown for me.

Heaven's save me. It's been a long time since I cracked.
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